The biggest tip I ever got was a $100 bill from The King of the Gypsies, when I sang “There’s A Place In the Sun” at his mother’s funeral.
The organist and I were doing typical “Old Hymns” because we had no idea what “religion” the Gypsies were, and then the King came over and asked the organist if he knew the song. The organist didn’t, but I remembered it, and sang it acapella.
And how did I end up singing at the funeral of the Gypsy Queen Mother?
That’s a WHOLE other story! LOL!
1) Real Gypsies?
2) My husband is from Michigan, from blue collar family and most are conservative, but the sister who lives near us (she was in the Navy too) is married to a flaming liberal that has infected his family (well, both daughters are lesbians, which leads to another problem his sister has with me).
3) Ah, the Ferguson case. That’s a tough one. But, give yourself a pat on the back for now succumbing to “bite your tongue or you’ll lose a...” that would only lead you to kick yourself for not being “true to yourself”. (That is part of the lesbian thing above for me).
4) You are not alone in the “fashionably late” category, either. The founder of our writing club is ALWAYS late for everything. Our holiday gala is going to be on the Spirit of Washington (a cruise in Dec., go figure LOL) and I told her she could not be late for that; the ship sails at a given time.